Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"Master Jianzi!"

"Second Prince!"

"Junior Nephew Jiang!"

...

The exclamations of the older generation of cultivators of the various sects below came one after another.

Naturally, they had already discovered what was happening above the sky, and one by one they wanted to rush up to rescue their own Tianjiao.

But just as he was about to act here, he was stopped by a group of people from the Demon Sect dressed in black.

"Several veteran cultivators who have been famous for a long time, it's not good to go up and get involved in the fights among the juniors."

"Heitu, get out of the way! If Lord Jianzi makes a mistake, I, the Heavenly Sword Sect, will definitely destroy your Demon Sect!"

Facing the threats from everyone in front of him, the old man of the Demon Sect known as Black Soil looked contemptuous and didn't care.

"Destroy my Demon Sect?"

"Go if you have the ability. This slogan has been shouted for thousands of years. Isn't my Demon Sect still intact? If you open your mouth and shut your mouth, you will destroy the Demon Sect. I don't know where the confidence comes from."

"you……"

The Elder of Tianjianzong was at a loss for words for a while, unable to say a word for a long time.

"Your demon sect is not weak, but it seems that you are the only ones who have entered the battle of oblivion. If you can't destroy the demon sect, can't you solve it?"

The Elder in white clothes of Xuantian Sect took a step forward, stood with a sword in his hand, and stared coldly at everyone in the Demon Sect.

"Then add us."

Then, many people jumped up from below and joined the Demon Sect's camp.

Among them were everyone from Xuanmingzong, plus many Rogue Cultivators hidden in the crowd who had never made a move.

Heitu, the protector of Mozong, spread his hands and said with a strange smile.

"Now it seems that there are more people on our side."

"If you want to save your young prince, then find a way to get there first."

"If you go late, you can only collect the corpse, hahaha..."

The conversation has come to this point, and the two sides have no room for maneuver.

The war is imminent.

The collision between the veteran powerhouses was even more shocking, so that the cultivators below who were originally vying for other opportunities had to retreat to the side and temporarily avoid the edge.

Sun Xiaokong and Zhou Linger naturally returned to the team of the Great Zhou Dynasty, quietly watching the movement in the field.

"Ling'er, what do you think is that cloud of black mist above your head?"

Sun Xiaokong raised his head, looked at the sky, and asked softly with some doubts.

"That should be a weird Cultivation Technique."

Zhou Linger answered tentatively.

She also had never seen such a strange black mist, but felt that the black mist had a breathtaking feeling.

"That should be the dark mist of the Demon Sect."

Elder Meng explained aloud.

"It's an extremely weird Cultivation Technique. The mind of a cultivator in it will be greatly affected, and the black mist seems to have a special ability to devour Spiritual Qi. If there is no powerful body protection Cultivation Technique, I'm afraid it won't be long before it will be completely sucked dry."

"Ah, so powerful."

Sun Xiaokong exclaimed, but a strange thought arose in his heart, and he muttered in a low voice.

"I don't know what kind of reaction I will have if I throw the Master into it..."

【Huo San: You are so filial...】

After pondering for a moment, Sun Xiaokong's mind moved, and a touch of pale gold appeared on his eyes immediately.

It was his sharp eyes that had just achieved a little success in the Earth Fire Mountains with the help of the scorching fire.

"Hey, I can really see it!"

Sun Xiaokong involuntarily exclaimed, which frightened Zhou Linger who was beside him to tremble all over.

"It's broken, it's broken, a boy was shocked by the young man in black and vomited blood and fell back..."

"And the one with the knife doesn't seem to be feeling well either, his head is swollen from the beating."

"The Dage holding the ancient sword is still very powerful, and he can handle it with his eyes closed."

Seeing Sun Xiaokong pointing fingers with excitement on his face, Zhou Linger was a little surprised.

"Xiaokong, can you really see it?"

Sun Xiaokong nodded, and at the same time moved his gaze down.

"The person in black now has the upper hand, or the other people have the upper hand."

Zhou Linger continued to ask.

But Sun Xiaokong's eyes were dull and his face was flushed.

Mouth subconsciously:

"Big……"

"Big?"

Zhou Linger was surprised.

Sun Xiaokong continued.

"White……"

"White?"

Zhou Linger's surprise only stayed for a moment and then disappeared, her whole face turned red up to the base of her ears.

Because she thought of the conversation between Sun Xiaokong and Master when they were at the gate of the lost city.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and slapped him, and said coquettishly:

"rogue!"

After Sun Xiaokong turned around twice, he struggled to stabilize his figure.

Nosebleeds gushed out, and it was unknown whether it was from the beating, or from the young Blood Qi Fang Gang.

"Ling'er, I didn't just watch it on purpose..."

"You still say!"

Sun Xiaokong covered his mouth, turned his head away, and kept his eyes away from Zhou Linger and Meng Lao as much as possible...

"Xiao Kong, if you can see through this black fog, can you help a group of Xuantian Sect people?"

"why?"

"Because before you came, Jiang Ming, Xuantian Sect, had helped out many times, and what he said seems to have something to do with your master."

"That's it."

After thinking for a moment, Sun Xiaokong stretched out his hand and summoned Ruyi Scepter Dinghai Needle.

"Ling'er, you've already opened your mouth, even if it has nothing to do with my Master, I'll do it, hehe."

After all, as soon as you lift your foot to the ground, you will soar into the sky.

Zhou Linger's voice came from behind.

"Xiao Kong, be careful!"

"Know it!"

Under everyone's gaze, a gleaming golden figure rushed straight into the black mist.

Mozong's black soil protector naturally also noticed the situation here.

But he didn't make a move to intercept it. In his eyes, he was just a small cultivator of the Gold Core middle stage, and it was impossible for him to pose a threat to his young master.

Similarly, Mo Longzi in the black mist didn't take it seriously after feeling the sudden intruder, but just muttered with some disdain.

"Another one looking for death."

After Sun Xiaokong rushed into the black mist, he quickly locked onto the black-clothed youth in the black mist.

That is the caster.

As long as you find a way to give it to him, this black fog will be broken.

But Sun Xiaokong also felt that the opponent's Cultivation Base was obviously higher than his own by a big Realm, and it would be a little irrational to charge directly.

what can we do about it?

Sun Xiaokong thought for a moment, and an innocent smile appeared on his face.

Because I have an idea.

I saw him circle back and forth a few times in the black mist, pretending to be terrified.

"Where is this place, why can't I see anything?"

"Where is North?"

"It really shouldn't be impulsive."

"I want to go home!"

"..."

Looking at the young man who looked like a headless fly in front of him, Mo Longzi sneered and sighed.

"Sure enough, it's a small piece of trash."

But he didn't notice that the headless fly had already crept behind him.

Just when Mo Longzi was concentrating on manipulating the Black Mist to devour the Spiritual Qi of Jiang Ming and the others, an iron rod as thick as a bowl slammed down on the back of his head.

At the same time, there was a chuckle in his ear.

"Which one do you say is trash?"

(ps: As a Pujie who has not saved a manuscript, Duo Geng is a little bit difficult, but I will work hard!)